A New Chapter (BNHAxReader)

Chapter 23: First fight

From that day on, I started to take the anti-depressants. I was still scared to take them, but I knew I should grow up and act my age. After a week, I had to go in and get the dosage bumped up since it wasn't working at all; I still felt like shit. Towards the end of the month, I started to feel the pills effects like it was finally starting to work, but then the side effect of nausea hit me like a brick wall and made me stop taking them. After that my mental state just went back to shit. I stopped doing things, such as the dishes, like Aizawa and Yamada said I would. I felt disappointed in myself, but the heavy feeling of depression was worse.

One day, I surprisingly woke up with a hint of ambition. Due to that, I felt like I should wash the dishes since they sort of piled up since both Chi and Rei were working really hard on a project for the lab back on I-island. They had been pulling all-nighters for a couple days now and I was starting to worry that they were going to become ill if they didn't sleep soon. I was also sure that they hadn't eaten at all besides drink coffee, which was probably what they were functioning off of by now.

For those past nights, I had been sleeping on the couch in the living room so I wouldn't disturb them, especially Chi. I actually made a blanket and pillow pile and slept in it, which helped somewhat with the state that I was in. So that time when I had a little more energy than what I usually had around that time, I cleaned up the messy pile that I was sleeping in and went to the kitchen to start cleaning the dishes for the first time in days, possibly even a week or so. I took the dishes out of the sink and stacked them neatly on the counter before I drew hot, soapy water and found a dish rag in a nearby drawer. I looked to the time to see that it was nearing two thirty in the morning, but I didn't care since I finally had energy.

I started with what was the closest to me and what was less dirty looking, then moved on to further dishes and what seemed more dirty with caked on food. I had to stop half way through and dry what was on the other side of the sink since that was starting to pile up. I quickly dried those and put them away before continuing to wash what little was left. Once the last of the dishes were washed and in the drying basket, I dried what was surrounding the plates before doing those and stacking them on the counter so I could lift the stack into the cupboard all at once. As I was wiping one of the last few plates, I heard someone walk down the stairs. I presumed it was Chi for how heavy the footsteps sounded. Sure enough, it was. He stopped in the doorway with messy hair and dark circles around his eyes that made me think that it wasn't even humanly possible to have them that dark. Honestly, he looked sort of pissed off, but I shrugged it off and looked back at the plates as I placed one on the top of the stack before I picked up another one to begin drying.

"Oh wow, you're finally doing something." Chi said in a tone that made him sound like a jerk.

I kept looking at the plate I was drying, "I know, right? Surprising." I said calmly since it truly was surprising.

"You're finally doing something besides being a depressed little bitch." he snarked.

I instantly stopped wiping the plate, brought my head up to look ahead at the open cupboard in front of me with wide eyes before turning to look at him over my shoulder with a death glare. "What?" I demanded.

"You heard me." he said as he crossed his arms. "All you've been doing is hiding in the living room and sulking. Nothing has been done around this house for over a week and I'm too busy to do things."

I put the plate on top of the stack with a sigh as I turned around completely, "Hun, go to-"

"I'm not going to listen to a depressed bitch who is useless." he cut me off.

I repeated what I was going to say but in a stern tone, "Go to bed since you're obviously sleep deprived to the point that you're angry and delirious."

"I'm not delirious! I know what is going on, and you're being a useless pig who can't do anything." he remarked. I tried so very hard to not get angry at him since I knew he wasn't himself or in his right state of mind. He looked down and shook his head as he muttered while he kept his arms crossed, "Why did I marry such a useless woman who can't do shit, then to top it off she can't even be happy to save her life." he sighed, "Wow, go me." then looked up to me, "Why don't you go to therapy or some shit...if not then make me something to eat and jump from the bridge if you feel so inclined to do so." As soon as he said that I hit my breaking point.